🌺princesa🕴🏾🌺

this the precum yall see nuttin yet...

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Loneliest summer ever

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Big things coming up 👀👀

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Loneliest summer ever

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Loneliest summer ever

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Ain’t these the cutest 🌸

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Big things coming up 👀👀

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Ain’t these the cutest 🌸

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Ain’t these the cutest 🌸

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I miss him… 5

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I miss him… 5

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Just graduated 😌

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ABSENT BURDEN

There is a feeling that arrives quietly,

Like light through a curtain in the morning,

It touches everything but does not ask for attention.

It can fill a room with warmth

Or silence.

Sometimes both at once.

It teaches you to reach out,

then reminds you

how it feels when no one reaches back.

Sadness does not shout

It waits.

It watches from the corner.

It asks you to sit still

and listen to the things

you tried not to feel.

J.W

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SONDER

The woman sitting across from you,

her fingers gently tracing the curve of her coffee cup,

is a universe of her own.

She carries a grief you’ll never see,

a joy she’s yet to share.

A name whispered at midnight

that you will never speak.

She wore a dress once,

dancing barefoot in a summer rain,

a memory tucked in the corners of her smile,

while you were somewhere else,

maybe folding laundry

or staring at the same sky

she’s looking at now.

But it’s not the same sky, is it?

Her thoughts are vast and tangled,

weaving through the spaces

between your words.

She is a story,

unfinished,

written in a language

only she understands.

She crosses the street

and a man watches her

from behind a window.

He doesn't know

that her heart was broken

by a letter she never sent,

a goodbye she never said.

You will never know her name,

never hear the stories tucked

in the folds of her heart,

but for a brief moment,

her life touches yours

as she passes by,

and you wonder

how many others

she will never know,

how many lives

she’s only a shadow in.

J.W

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ABSENT BURDEN

There is a feeling that arrives quietly,

Like light through a curtain in the morning,

It touches everything but does not ask for attention.

It can fill a room with warmth

Or silence.

Sometimes both at once.

It teaches you to reach out,

then reminds you

how it feels when no one reaches back.

Sadness does not shout

It waits.

It watches from the corner.

It asks you to sit still

and listen to the things

you tried not to feel.

J.W

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ABSENT BURDEN

There is a feeling that arrives quietly,

Like light through a curtain in the morning,

It touches everything but does not ask for attention.

It can fill a room with warmth

Or silence.

Sometimes both at once.

It teaches you to reach out,

then reminds you

how it feels when no one reaches back.

Sadness does not shout

It waits.

It watches from the corner.

It asks you to sit still

and listen to the things

you tried not to feel.

J.W

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SONDER

The woman sitting across from you,

her fingers gently tracing the curve of her coffee cup,

is a universe of her own.

She carries a grief you’ll never see,

a joy she’s yet to share.

A name whispered at midnight

that you will never speak.

She wore a dress once,

dancing barefoot in a summer rain,

a memory tucked in the corners of her smile,

while you were somewhere else,

maybe folding laundry

or staring at the same sky

she’s looking at now.

But it’s not the same sky, is it?

Her thoughts are vast and tangled,

weaving through the spaces

between your words.

She is a story,

unfinished,

written in a language

only she understands.

She crosses the street

and a man watches her

from behind a window.

He doesn't know

that her heart was broken

by a letter she never sent,

a goodbye she never said.

You will never know her name,

never hear the stories tucked

in the folds of her heart,

but for a brief moment,

her life touches yours

as she passes by,

and you wonder

how many others

she will never know,

how many lives

she’s only a shadow in.

J.W

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SONDER

The woman sitting across from you,

her fingers gently tracing the curve of her coffee cup,

is a universe of her own.

She carries a grief you’ll never see,

a joy she’s yet to share.

A name whispered at midnight

that you will never speak.

She wore a dress once,

dancing barefoot in a summer rain,

a memory tucked in the corners of her smile,

while you were somewhere else,

maybe folding laundry

or staring at the same sky

she’s looking at now.

But it’s not the same sky, is it?

Her thoughts are vast and tangled,

weaving through the spaces

between your words.

She is a story,

unfinished,

written in a language

only she understands.

She crosses the street

and a man watches her

from behind a window.

He doesn't know

that her heart was broken

by a letter she never sent,

a goodbye she never said.

You will never know her name,

never hear the stories tucked

in the folds of her heart,

but for a brief moment,

her life touches yours

as she passes by,

and you wonder

how many others

she will never know,

how many lives

she’s only a shadow in.

J.W